A Happy New Year to all. Ours started with an early night following a day spent looking after a friend's two daughters while their third was being born. Hard to keep a six tear old engaged when they can't stop thinking about arrival of another sister. This also led to the conversation in which we had to break the news to Rosalie that she will not be attending the birth of her brother. I think taking her along to the most recent scan has given her an 'access all areas' view of the world.
As well as the earlynight, I started to come down with a stinker of a cold. To cap it all, my fitful night was also punctuated with the sound of gunfire at 6.30 a.m. I counted at least five shots. Sure enough, 1st January revealed the end of the road cordoned off with incident tape, and the news that a 20 year old man was in a critical condition in hospital. While I spent the day feeling sorry for myself and my sinuses, Penny went out and had the unenviable task of trying to distract Rosalie's curiosity from the crime scene that insinuated itself on our lives.
I do not believe in protecting children from all of life's tragedies, but the death of a pet is a different prospect from gangland warfare. What if it happens during the school run? Why should five year old's (or anyone else come to that) be confronted with this kind of world?
Just before Christmas Rosalie came home from school singing,
"Jingle Bells Batman Smells, Robin laid an egg. Santa took his fifty p and shot him in the head."
Novelty carols, Hackney Style. It would be funny if it wasn't so real.
As well as the earlynight, I started to come down with a stinker of a cold. To cap it all, my fitful night was also punctuated with the sound of gunfire at 6.30 a.m. I counted at least five shots. Sure enough, 1st January revealed the end of the road cordoned off with incident tape, and the news that a 20 year old man was in a critical condition in hospital. While I spent the day feeling sorry for myself and my sinuses, Penny went out and had the unenviable task of trying to distract Rosalie's curiosity from the crime scene that insinuated itself on our lives.
I do not believe in protecting children from all of life's tragedies, but the death of a pet is a different prospect from gangland warfare. What if it happens during the school run? Why should five year old's (or anyone else come to that) be confronted with this kind of world?
Just before Christmas Rosalie came home from school singing,
"Jingle Bells Batman Smells, Robin laid an egg. Santa took his fifty p and shot him in the head."
Novelty carols, Hackney Style. It would be funny if it wasn't so real.
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